Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 193: Watching the Man-Beast Brawl with Great Interest

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Watching the Man-Beast Brawl with Great Interest

Nathaniel Gallagher immediately ordered his men to pack up their luggage and documents, preparing to return to Caldwen.

"President Gallagher, the tickets have been booked."

"Hmm."

He was about to head out.

A bodyguard hurriedly came in to report.

"President Gallagher, we’ve detected strangers approaching the villa."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s brow furrowed, "Strangers?"

"Yes."

Nathaniel Gallagher paused his steps and immediately headed to the monitoring room.

If he’s not mistaken.

The visitor is likely Julian Grant.

A short while later.

Nathaniel Gallagher entered the monitoring room.

The screen in the monitoring room glowed with a cold light; the area within a few kilometers of the villa was under surveillance.

As soon as strangers came close, the security department would be automatically notified.

Nathaniel Gallagher had just approached when he saw three figures in black hoodies on the screen.

The three were looking around, sticking to the west side of the villa wall, cautiously avoiding the patrolling bodyguards.

They were carrying black cloth bags, but they were definitely not Julian Grant.

"Zoom in on the screen, get a clear view of their actions." Nathaniel’s voice was heavy, tapping his fingers on the edge of the console, the wound on his back aching faintly from the tense posture.

The figures on the screen suddenly stopped.

One of them raised a hand, pulling something out from the bag. As the camera zoomed in.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s pupils suddenly contracted—it was a crowbar, along with a folding knife flashing coldly.

"Not Julian Grant."

The special assistant whispered in analysis, "Mr. Grant wouldn’t bring those tools if he were looking for you, and he wouldn’t be so sneaky."

Nathaniel Gallagher said nothing, his eyes fixed firmly on the screen.

The three of them circled to the back door of the villa.

Still a kilometer away from the main door.

The three dared not come closer.

Looking around sneakily for a while, perhaps fearing being discovered, they hurriedly returned the way they came.

"President Gallagher, should we take action?"

Nathaniel Gallagher pondered for a moment, sneering coldly, "No need, let them walk into our trap themselves."

"Yes."

...

Private villa.

Julian Grant was anxious, "How is it? Did you find any information?"

A tall and slim bodyguard, with a serious face, said, "President Grant, we found the information. The car that took Miss Thompson drove into the Arecace Island villa area and then vanished."

"This means Miss Thompson is definitely being held in one of the villas on Arecace Island."

Julian Grant heard this and grew even more agitated, "It must be that bastard Nathaniel Gallagher."

"I’m going to confront him right now..."

Harry, hearing this, hurriedly stopped him, "Not so fast. If you rush in, you won’t save anyone and will be treated as an intruder."

Julian Grant forcefully shook off Harry’s hand, his eyes bloodshot: "Not rush in? Should I just watch Josephine being held in there?"

He paced back and forth, filled with anxiety, "Nathaniel Gallagher is a madman. He could do anything cruel. Josephine falling into his hands, I’m afraid..."

His heart ached, unable to imagine further.

Harry saw his desperation, almost exploding, and advised in a low voice, "I’m not stopping you from going, but you can’t confront him head-on. Arecace Island’s villa area’s security is top-notch globally, and many have hired mercenaries."

"If you rush in alone, you’ll only give him leverage against you, and you won’t even get a chance to approach Josephine."

Harry and Julian Grant were college classmates.

Naturally.

He also knew Josephine Thompson.

"Then what should we do? Should we call the police right away?" Julian Grant stopped, his chest heaving violently.

Harry shook his head, "It’s useless."

"The local police are very perfunctory. Without solid evidence, they won’t be effective."

"Moreover, by the time the police get there, he might have already moved her."

Saying this.

Harry took out a map from his pocket and spread it on the table: "I’ve checked. There’s a backdoor passage in the Arecace Island villa, usually only used by garbage trucks, which has relatively loose security. The bodyguard who went to investigate said, Nathaniel Gallagher seems to be leaving Zarathos, packing his things. This is our chance."

Julian Grant’s gaze fell on the red dot marked on the map: "You mean..."

"Once Nathaniel Gallagher leaves, we’ll sneak in through the backdoor."

Harry lowered his voice further, "I’ve contacted several trustworthy people, all skilled, assuring Josephine can be whisked out quietly."

Julian Grant stared at the map for a while, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the backdoor passage letters.

He knew it was risky.

But thinking of the torments and harm Josephine might be suffering, he couldn’t wait to act, "When do we move?"

"Nathaniel Gallagher’s flight is at four a.m., we’ll act at half-past three."

Harry put away the map, "Rest assured, I’ve arranged for someone to monitor his moves. Once he leaves the villa, we begin."

"That’s the only way." Julian Grant nodded, turned and walked to the window, looking out at the lights in the distance from Arecace Island.

The night was thick.

The villas with lights in the distance looked like cages, and Josephine Thompson was in one of them.

"Josephine, wait for me a little longer."

"I will find you and rescue you."

"Nathaniel Gallagher... just wait. I won’t let you go."

...

Arecace Island, Villa 9.

The special assistant reported on the side, "President Gallagher, it turns out those three in black were indeed Julian Grant’s spies."

As expected, Nathaniel Gallagher sneered, his eyes void of surprise.

He had long guessed Julian Grant wouldn’t stay quiet.

Just perfect.

As long as he dared to come, he would ensure he wouldn’t return.

Next year this day would be his death anniversary.

"President Gallagher, should we activate the level-one defense system?"

Nathaniel Gallagher gave an insidious smile, "No need, halve the security personnel."

"Leave only two guards in the backyard."

The bodyguard was stunned, "Huh?"

"Hurry up."

"...Oh, alright."

The bodyguard responded and hurriedly went to arrange it.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s gaze remained fixed on the monitor, an undercurrent of murderous intent and cunning flashing in his eyes.

This face was handsome beyond compare.

But at this moment, it seemed like a devil draped in a handsome man’s skin, incredibly eerie and terrifying.

...

In the latter half of the night.

Julian Grant, with several bodyguards, silently approached the villa.

"Sonny, hack into their monitoring system, block all signals."

"Also, the area is full of power grids. Shut off the breaker."

"Okay, President Grant."

Sonny left to initiate hacker mode, quickly infiltrating the villa area’s surveillance and power systems.

Twenty minutes later.

The monitor screen suddenly turned to snowflakes, a piercing static blasting through the monitoring room.

Immediately after.

The villa area’s monitoring and power systems were completely compromised.

Villa 9 was plunged into darkness.

Only the solar night lamps in the courtyard emitted a faint light.

"President Grant, it’s done."

"Let’s go in, everyone be careful."

"Got it."

Several people donned their night outfits, fully equipped.

Under cover of the night.

They crouched low, quietly approaching the villa.

The breaker was off.

The electric grid on the walls rendered ineffective.

They easily climbed over the wall into the villa.

"Hmm~, strange, such a big villa. How come there’s no guard? It was too easy for us to get in?"

"Less talking, let’s find her quickly."

The group groped through the front yard, heading toward the residential area in the backyard.

They just arrived at the backyard.

A strong, bloody stench hit them in the face.

Julian Grant raised a flashlight to illuminate the path ahead.

The beam suddenly caught a pair of eyes glowing with green light.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an adult male lion.

The lion was lying in the shadows at the end of the corridor, its thick tail impatiently sweeping the floor while a deep growl emanated from its throat.

"Damn it! Nathaniel Gallagher is actually keeping a lion!" Harry jerked Julian Grant back, and the group froze on the spot.

They could never have imagined.

The villa not only had bodyguards but also hid all kinds of fierce beasts.

The lion seemed enraged by the flashlight, gradually standing up with its mane bristling in the dark, revealing its sharp fangs.

"Don’t panic, back up slowly."

The group held their breath, retreating bit by bit.

Just then.

A crashing sound came from the second floor.

Another agile figure leaped from the railing and landed beside the lion.

It was a Black Panther.

Its sleek body was tense, pupils narrowed to slits, locking onto the people at the door.

"Retreat! Get out of here quickly!" Julian Grant whispered urgently, pulling the bodyguard beside him to retreat.

But it was already too late.

The lion lunged forward, crashing into the door with great force, sending wooden splinters flying.

The Black Panther, like a shadow, silently circled to the side, blocking their escape route.

"Julian, they seem to be trained." Harry observed while holding up an electric shock stick, "Nathaniel Gallagher wants to trap us!"

Julian Grant’s heart sank suddenly.

Half of their ten-minute window had already passed.

The surveillance could come back any moment, and now they were stuck at the door by two fierce beasts. Forget about rescuing Josephine Thompson; they were like fish in a barrel themselves.

He glanced at the corridor’s depths, vaguely seeing the staircase leading to the second floor.

Josephine might be locked up there.

"Be careful."

The lion suddenly let out an ear-splitting roar.

The lion charged at Harry.

Harry instinctively used the electric shock stick to block, but the lion swiped it away with a paw, sending him crashing into the wall with a muffled groan before passing out.

The Black Panther seized the opportunity to pounce on another bodyguard.

"Whoosh—"

Sharp claws tore through the bodyguard’s arm, blood gushing out instantly.

Julian Grant’s eyes turned red as he saw the fire axe piled in the corner. He grabbed it and shouted toward the lion, "Beast, come here."

The lion turned its head, glaring at him with murderous eyes.

"Roar—"

The deep growl of the fierce beast penetrated with immense force.

The next second.

The lion lunged toward Julian Grant.

Julian Grant watched the lion vigilantly.

At the moment the lion pounced.

He flipped and leaped, grasping the second-floor window sill, vaulting up to the second floor.

Quickly following.

He jumped down wielding the fire axe.

"Bang!"

The axe struck the lion’s head hard.

"Roar—"

The fire axe hit the lion’s thick mane, making a dull sound.

The lion, in pain, let out a deafening roar, and its massive body recoiled violently.

Julian Grant was knocked backward, nearly losing his grip on the axe.

He clung to the handle tightly, his palm stinging from the vibration.

This fierce beast was more ferocious than he had imagined.

What Nathaniel Gallagher was keeping wasn’t a pet but a deadly weapon.

The Black Panther, seeing this, abandoned the injured bodyguard, darting up to the second floor like a black lightning bolt, claws aimed directly at Julian Grant’s throat.

Julian Grant dodged sideways, axe blade grazing the Black Panther’s back, shearing off a tuft of black fur.

The Black Panther rolled as it landed, turning and pouncing again, growling threateningly, its eyes glowing like ghostly fires in the dark.

Inside the ward.

Josephine Thompson was startled awake by the lion’s deafening roar.

"Ugh..." She suddenly opened her heavy eyelids.

The constant sound of the lion’s furious roars made her scalp tingle.

"You guys hurry up to the second floor." Julian Grant instructed the others to find Josephine Thompson while evading the Black Panther.

He knew they couldn’t linger in battle.

Every second of delay increased the danger.

"President Grant, you hold on."

The other four dared not approach, fleeing hastily to the second floor.

Most doors in the second-floor corridor were closed.

They didn’t know behind which door the person he needed to rescue was hidden, so they followed the scent of blood and the sound of fighting forward.

Suddenly.

The door on the far east side creaked open slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Julian Grant glimpsed a touch of white.

Josephine Thompson dizzily walked out.

Seeing Julian Grant besieged by the lion and the Black Panther, she thought she was dreaming.

"Josephine, go back to your room, it’s dangerous."

Josephine Thompson’s mind was still trapped in the sedation-induced haze, the fight before her like a twisted nightmare.

Julian Grant, covered in blood, swung the axe, the lion’s roar making the walls tremble, and the Black Panther’s claws carving chilling arcs in the moonlight.

She stood petrified, her feet leaden, unable to utter a sound.

"Get back in the room! Lock the door!" Julian Grant shouted hoarsely, striking the Black Panther again with the axe.

This time he didn’t dodge.

The Black Panther clawed his arm fiercely, blood splattering on the floor, spreading instantly.

The sight of the glaring red shocked Josephine Thompson awake, making her step back abruptly, her fingertips frozen on the door handle.

She saw Julian Grant’s back wound, bone-deep.

It wasn’t a dream.

Julian Grant was truly being attacked by a lion and a Black Panther.

"Roar—" The lion lunged again, its foul breath hitting.

Julian Grant turned and pushed Josephine Thompson behind the door while the lion’s forepaws pinned him to the ground.

The fire axe flew from his hand, clattering against the wall with a loud crash.

"No!" Josephine Thompson screamed, lunging forward, grabbing the table lamp and smashing it on the lion’s head.

The glass lamp shattered, shards piercing the lion’s eyes.

It shook its head vigorously in pain.

Julian Grant seized the chance to roll out from under it, pulling her toward the staircase, "Run!"

The Black Panther pursued relentlessly, its claws leaving deep scratches on the staircase handrail.

Josephine Thompson stumbled as Julian Grant dragged her, the dizziness from the sedative blurring her vision, making her clutch his bleeding wrist tightly.

"Not good, there are many wolves on the second floor..."

Harry and the other three were being attacked by seven or eight Bohemian Wolfhounds.

The three had already fallen, screaming in agony from the bites.

The entire villa felt like a coliseum.

Utterly brutal.

"Roar—"

The wounded lion became even more savage.

It turned its head and rushed at the two again.

Seeing this, Julian Grant hurriedly tried to pull open a door, "Josephine, quickly go inside."

"Clack, clack"

Unfortunately.

The door had automatically locked, impossible to open.

"Ah—" Josephine Thompson gasped, closing her eyes tightly.

In the monitoring room.

Nathaniel Gallagher was originally watching the man-beast battle with relish.